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Jan/Feb 2006 Poetry

A Business Trip

by Grzegorz Wróblewski


A Business Trip

The poultry farmer's wife, who by mistake
has disappeared in the city, is engaged
in boiling rhubarb compote.
She smiles at a wooden spoon,
and looks happily at a wall-clock.
(Meanwhile her man coincidentally meets
a girl from Odense and promises her
his hard-earned chickens!)
In the fireplace the first, confused
insects have begun to roast.
The wife has no inkling as yet.

 

(Translated from the Polish by the author and Malcolm Sinclair)

 

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